To Mom Poem by Michael J ORourke2

If God would let me fingers paint
An image of a perfect saint
Who would deign to walk this world with us
Without a halo...without a fuss

My hands would grab a brush and sketch
No Renoir...no Picasso...no Ruben's wretch
Rather, a careful outline of one unlike another
The reverent smile of Helen, my mother

My thumbs would shake- such an awesome test
To have God grant such a mortal request
My heart would soar - that powers from above
Could help me draw an icon of love

But... God denied my grandiose plea
'Twould interfere with HIs infinite harmony
Instead- between Eternity and Time
He granted I write this little rhyme

That, you - Mom, know your children's love
Was founded on the Cross above
A poem like this is small and quaint
Compared to you- My Mother, The Saint!